how to blog....

i just read some wise words.

~even if you feel like you have nothing important to blog about, blog anyway.~

seems simple enough, right?

it seems like i have nothing interesting going on it my life right now. just the ho-hmmm, routine going-on's of life. it's not that i don't have the time to blog-i do. it's just that i feel like i have nothing worth blogging about. well, i'm sure my sister would think differently. she checks my blog religiously. (thanks sister). i've been letting her down and that guilt alone is making me feel ridiculously bad enough to start being more faithful in sharing the tidbits of the likkel household.

so today i start again.

i'm going to shower.

how's that for a little tidbit?

take that. :)

cooking, playing, schooling,more playing, fair-ing, egging.

sorry but i'm bragging. i made dinner. i actually followed a real,grown up recipe and made meatballs! really now, i know i've been married for almost 14 years and have successfully kept 3 children alive but don't ask me how i've done it.

oh ya, cereal and toast and stoffers lasagna.

i've been gimping along.

however, i've finally decided that it's time to grow up. be a real mom. put on my apron and man-up. (you might remember that i collect aprons and cookbooks. go figure.). i'm destined to be good at this before i die. i can just feel it.

i'm easing into this so bear with me. i'm going to be doing a lot of bragging about my cooking. maybe i'll even share a recipe or two. OR you can go to Pioneer woman. i steal all her recipes. but she doesn't care.

dang nabbit, after 40 years, i'm going to figure this out.

they loved them. max just asked me last night if i could make the meatballs again. "but please mom, can we have those instead of the meatloaf? not really a fan of the meatloaf".

hey, at least i'm trying.


my bff working her tushy off to make my flower beds look purty. she's good like that. she rocks and i'm so 'lucky' to have her. she's my bff. get your own.

and they're off.

the first day of school pics never seem to get easier for them. honestly boys, you know mom is going to make you take them. can we just embrace this time? someday, you'll thank me. or your wife will.

back up, we're still in summer here. my sweet sam0. he looks so old here.

maxwell and his fancy pink net that he picked out himself. he's secure in his manhood. OR he knew neither of his brothers would try and steal it.

attempting to catch bugs. the fish were NOT biting. the bugs were.

my baby.

discovered this at the fair. don't know who painted this but this is an amazing picture of our LC elementary school. now that's talent.

this was one of those moments i wish i could have bottled.

"should we or shouldn't we?"

us at the derby. this is the main reason i go to the fair. or maybe the ONLY reason i go to the fair.
i full on admit, i'm a fair scrooge.

love this little boy.

pictures in the goat barn. jack refusing to cooperate. bless his stubborn little self.

now that i'm cooking, i figured i'd get creative and fun with our breakfast.

ok, who am i kidding? this was a fluke!

but cute, huh??

end of summer misc.

this shot made me smile. how they adore their daddy. (and matt hasselbeck)

football players eat much food.


is this NOT the sweetest face?? i know i shouldn't have had my phone out while driving, let alone be taking pictures but really now, could you resist?
i think not.

my parents anniversary dinner. sweet, sweet shot. thank you mom and dad for loving each other so well.

God is faithful.

a generation of much noise.

passing time....

another day of pacing the floor, wondering what activities i can find to fill in our last days of summer before school starts. berthusen park is always a great standby. unfortunately, ALL the bugs in whatcom county also thought this would be a good spot to pass time. of course, i can't have children who are content to just swing, like 'normal' children, but they want to explore and find as many disgusting animals (seriously, they found every one) as possible. and of course, it wouldn't be a trip to berthusen without making our way to the rope swing, which i might add is in the belly of the whale, so to speak. thankfully, once they started giggling (boys do that too) it was worth the ninety million bits and cuts and sweat and.....it was worth it all.

big boy is lovingly trying to get little boy to fall off the swing so he could have a turn. it worked.

"mom, this is a place to play, NOT to waste our time taking pictures. hurry it up". good thing we had 30 otter pops and 7 water bottles along for break time. i guess that explains why that backpack (which NO ONE wanted to hold!) was so bloody heavy. at least we were hydrated.

jacko was a pro at this. except of course that time when sambo tackled him to the ground.

sorry this is blurry but the more i looked at it, it looks like i meant for it to turn out this way. i didn't.

this rope swing was a thorn in max's side. can't say as he enjoyed it so much.

this is my dear friend lynda and two of her three children. mady and keaton. love these sweet souls.